Twilight

As I stand atop the crest of the hill, its bosom round and full, I gaze upon the lazy valley sprawling before me. In the distance at the base of the misty, blue mountains the Loblolly pines play timpani in the Autumn breeze singing a lullaby to the golden field of wheat. "Sleep my lovelies, ssleep, sssleep," it hisses with sweet breath. Cool licks of chilling air send a quiver through my skin, while the slowly creeping sun seeks shelter behind the towering peaks. The majesty before me reminds me of my own fragile mortality, as my mind wanders and my thoughts leave me dizzy and weak. Like the leaves falling from the majestic oak, they swirl into eddies of twirling dancers mimicking the undulating waves of the dried crops rippling in the breeze. The blue sky, calm and serene So many such skies have I beheld, their beauty breathtaking in their infinity, but now they darken as I grow closer to the inevitable twilight of life, the red sunset beckoning to me. No less majestic, the hues of crimson and coral mingling with fuchsia and garnet, flushing gently, moving across the face of the evening sky. With wispy brushes, they slowly paint their way from cloud to gossamer cloud engulfing the horizon like the slowly fading memory of a woman's soft blush, gently kissing my cheek, red lipstick lingering. Blue turning to black, time standing still, the crimson fades and the dark quiet of the night settles. 07/27/2015 Nature Poems Only Contest-1st Place Shadow Hamilton 8/26/2015